I’ve written about what I call “invisible aliens” in the past. I call them invisible because, while I experience these beings, I don't remember seeing them. I must have, on some level, but they appear to me in memory and dreams in other ways. And at times, they've announced themselves in other ways -- ways confirmed by other witnesses.

By "invisible alien" I mean the awareness of a presence, the memories of a presence, that’s intelligent but non-human, though closely related to human. Animals (and we’re animals as well) are intelligent, and we can have an awareness of their presence even if we can’t see them, but in this context I’m talking about something specifically human-esque, intelligent, and yet, unseen.

For all that, I don’t mean that they’re literally invisible. Sometimes they can appear to be, but mostly they are seen by others. Just not me. Or, I should say, I don’t have a memory of seeing them.

In the past, I’ve written about my encounters with small beings who would come for me at night and float me out the door to the big fir tree next door. I remember looking up at the night sky, all those twinkling stars -- millions of them so bright! -- and it’s a very happy memory. Then I’d be lifted up somehow from that tree into the sky and stars. I remember the beings being present, but I don’t remember what they looked like.

I’ve tried to recreate these beings in my artwork, but I haven’t been successful. One painting I did, of the beings from my childhood memory, was of the little entryway in our house, and these stick like figures dancing in a circle. The feeling of these beings is almost more fairy like than outer space being. As I said, these memories were happy ones. But the heads of these figures, while round, or more oval shaped with pointy “chins” are faceless. All I could come up with was the outline of these small beings; no features.

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